disappearances happen. pains go phantom. blood stops running and people, people fade away. there's more i have to say, so much more, but, i disappeared.
people die everyday. but i believe we can survive this. i believe in the good. i believe that its been a hell of a year, in the face of overwhelming evidence to the contrary, that we will be okay. i believe alot of things. i believe that my friends will always be there for me, and i believe that if i eat a tub of butter and no one sees, that the calories dont count. and i believe that when i tell you you're making a terrible mistake we will be okay because i believe that you're my best friend. i believe that even though you have made a mistake, you'd be okay. i believe we survive. i believe that believing we survive, is what makes us survive.
as she sits in the corner, face to the floor. she dispells smoke from her lips, and slowly floats away with it. if letting go was so much pain, and tears were thick enough to stain, the pavement that slowly become her bestfriend when she needs to run away.
yours truly
